A very special day

I don’t talk a lot about my past on this blog. It is very much about my “now” instead. This blog is about my children, my husband, and my life at home with them. It is about our ordinary every day life, and how much I love it. I don’t talk about the ex-boyfriends, my struggle with depression, or what I was doing 10 years ago.

But today I want to talk about something, or to be more accurate someone, very important from my past. Her name is Sophie.

Sophie experiencing a bit of a facial hair problem several years ago!

I met Sophie when I was in high school. She is the younger sister of the friend of my classmate. The friend was also my boyfriend, at one point. Sophie was one of my very best friends, and although I moved to Cornwall before finishing high school, we have stayed in touch ever since – even after her brother and I broke things off. It’s easy for me to say Sophie is one of the people I have loved in my life (still do!), and she will always be an incredibly important person to me.

We did this to her big brother's room. He wasn't very pleased with us! — We did this to her big brother’s room. He wasn’t very pleased with us!

To say that she saved my life would be an exaggeration, but she certainly saved me from screwing it up in a pretty big way. During my last year of university I became very depressed and was incredibly stressed – I nearly failed out at the last hurdle but Sophie was there for me, even though she was the other side of the country, and she made me admit I needed help, and promise to go to the doctor & my lecturers to sort things out.

On Saturday, James & I took our two girls to watch Sophie marry Chris, who she has been with for years. It was amazing to be there when they got married, and the day was amazing. “The dress” was beautiful, as was Sophie, and everything went perfectly.

Lydia and Georgie both behaved well, and it was nice to have lots of compliments on their good behaviour! Lydia was baby-napped by the mother-of-the-bride for a while and paraded around the room, which was somewhat hilarious – at one point I had absolutely no idea where my baby was (don’t worry, I used to practically live at their house so it was almost like one of her grandmothers taking her for a walk!).

We fuelled Georgie with constant food and she lasted from about 7am to about 10:30pm before crashing out in my arms. Pretty impressive going for a 2 year old! She was especially excited about the chocolate fountain, and the cake. I shudder to think how much sugar she ate, when you include the fact there was a jar of sweets on the table she dipped into whilst waiting for dinner.